By the River Avon

How impoverished dignity,
Paltry I own my pride to be,
That I would have an amnesty
For all those who unfriended me,
To reinstate warmth; but sadly
Not the warmth I want, like the wee
And E. coli in kiddies' pools.
Meet me amid the shade that cools,
Where the coxswain fillips the spools
Of light in each stroke, and where drools
The big dog, oozing past like stools
Of blood. Of all a writer's tools,
Through the trope of lapidary,
Meet me by Vivien Leigh's tree,
All those who once unfriended me.